A lyric composition of 800 words by borrowing scenery
I often think that the clouds in the sky are another world.
Stand by and open the window and look up at the clouds. The weather is fine, white clouds are walking in the sky, and it is very big. They seem very happy.
A naive white bear appeared in the sky. He stepped on the white clouds and walked unsteadily step by step. His body seems to have just finished drinking a glass of wine, and now he feels bubbling with beauty. At this moment, the wind seems to have changed direction. The white bear stood there, and a snowball rolled over, getting closer and bigger, just hitting the white bear, so the white bear and the snowball rolled together, regardless of each other.
The wind is laughing, the snowball is still rolling, and it is almost a hill. There is no peak. This is Shantou Mountain.
A goshawk is flying in the distance. Look, how vigorous his white wings are and how sharp his eyes are. What is he looking for in this blue sky? He seems to be tired of flying, so he rests on Shantou Mountain and gradually blends in with the mountain.
The hill has been elongated and the color is getting darker and darker. Oh, the weather has changed. The wind is getting stronger and stronger, and thunder can be faintly heard.
The wind was blowing, so I quickly closed the window and continued to observe the changes in the sky through the glass.
A tall god waved a sword and made a crack in the sky, making a great sound. Clouds in the sky are as black as ink. Is it the ink produced by the new Bader Museum? Do immortals also want to write a calligraphy work in the sky? No, I didn't see any calligraphy, but I saw an ink painting, which was dark and light, and I could vaguely tell where a mountain was and where a tree was.
In a short time, it began to rain, and the dark clouds were dripping with tears. Did the sword of God hurt him?
The rain continues to fall and the wind continues to blow. In less than a quarter of an hour, the sky was clear again, and the snowballs, hills and animals that came and went were gone. The sky is blue.
The second 800-word lyric composition by borrowing scenery
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, I stepped into a deep rain lane, and the air was filled with faint jasmine fragrance. ...
Jiangnan water town is misty and rainy. Close your eyes and listen to the footsteps of raindrops with your ears; Smell the fireworks in the drizzle with your nose; Feel the softness of the soil wet by rain. Unconsciously, it is like falling into a dream ... it is a pleasure to feel the water town in the rain. There is no noise of the world, no desolation of the forest, only drizzling silence. Rain, between heaven and earth, whispers affectionately; Smoke, in the alley, drifted away.
The water in the water town is particularly beautiful and unique at any time, giving you a smart soul. In the foggy morning, the reflection of the bridge is looming on the foggy water, which is particularly mysterious. This fantastic reflection gives me infinite reverie. The sun rose and the water as clear as a silver mirror came into view. Reality and illusion, dreams and reality all rotate, interweave and merge in this unique water! True and false mixed in one, gathering the aura of dreams!
In this photo, above the water is the most mythical ancient bridge in Tongli-Guanfu Bridge. On the Longmen stone of this bridge, there is a lifelike stone carving of "Peach Blossom Fish in Langli". Legend has it that when the peach blossoms opened in March, carp struggled to jump over the wind and waves, trying to jump over the Longmen, take off all the fetuses and enter the celestial world. But just as it struggled to jump out of the water, a girl as beautiful as flowers and pure as jade came up on the bridge, and the carp moved. As a result, it jumped over the top of the Longmen and became a faucet, while the bust outside the Longmen still retained the fish body. ...
In the afternoon, the sun shone on the sparkling lake, and I saw the "golden light" on the lake, like stars scattered on the lake. This scene left a deep impression on me, and it has an indescribable charm. When the sun goes down, it is like a fire, dyeing the sky and water red. Looking from a distance, water and sky are connected. A piece of golden red, even the sky, is rippling with golden red waves.
"In the spring evening, please accompany me to the dream water town, let the waving hand float in the fog, and don't wake Yang Liuan. Those lingering memories have turned into a wisp of smoke and disappeared in the distance ... "Absent songs floated into my ears, and my thoughts stayed on the ancient stone bridge, rippling with beautiful music on the lake connected by water and sky.
In the dreamland, you are a flowing picture scroll, a paradise on earth, and a gorgeous dream. Your misty rain, your water and sky are connected, which makes me intoxicated forever. ...
The third 800-word lyric composition by borrowing scenery
It's raining outside the window, and I look at the dense drizzle in the car, and my heart is full of thoughts …
This is the shortest day of the year-the winter solstice. On this day every year, we go back to our hometown for dinner. The family sat around talking and laughing, enjoying themselves, and vaguely smelled the coming Spring Festival.
However, compared with previous years, when we went home this year, we felt a little more heavy and anxious. Because just a few weeks ago, grandpa left us forever, and now only grandma is left to guard the home in the country.
In order not to delay the course that day, I insisted on going back to the countryside after attending the interest class. Although dad took us to grandma's house directly after class, it is still a question whether we can catch up with dinner and not let grandma suffer. "Jingle bells!" Dad's cell phone rang and the silence in the car was completely broken. "Ah! Mom! " Mother answered the phone and whispered. "Ah! Xinwei, how long will it take you to arrive? " On the phone, grandma's loud voice sounded, and she could clearly hear the anxiety hidden in her words. "There will be about half an hour. When the dish is ready, you can eat it first. " Mother said softly. "hmm." Grandma's insipid and helpless response came from the mobile phone, and the phone hung up.
"The third time, it is already the third time." I said to myself, "grandma has called for the third time, and it ends like this every time." Outside the window, the rain is still falling, sometimes big and sometimes small. Inside the car, the atmosphere was tense again and there was silence. I silently looked down at my watch. It was six o'clock. Suddenly, anxiety quickly climbed into my mind like a vine, and my mind kept flashing the scene of grandma at home alone: the food was cold, and grandma looked at the rain outside the window and waited hard.
Ten minutes passed, twenty minutes passed, thirty minutes passed ... we finally arrived. When the car drove into the lane in front of the house, I vaguely saw an old man sitting on a small bench in front of the house, looking around from time to time. The car turned a corner and arrived. After the car stopped, my sister and I got off at once, and then my parents got off at once.
"grandma!" My sister cried sweetly. "ah! Hey. " At this time, grandma's eyes have narrowed into two small cracks, and the joy that can't be concealed appears on her face, leaving traces of time. She smiled so happily and contentedly, just like a child who had just eaten honey. Grandma's happiness is that simple.
It's time for dinner. At the dinner table, the dishes are rich and delicious, especially the chicken that can be eaten every year is delicious. Grandma must have spent a lot of time preparing for this day. Everyone talked and laughed, and the two of us talked more and more, and the cheerful atmosphere spread to every corner.
It's still raining on the solstice in winter, but it's warm as spring at home on the solstice in winter. ...
The fourth 800-word lyric composition by borrowing scenery
Through the noise and excitement of the city, through the tranquility and silence of the field. A small river flows quietly. Perhaps its quiet name has long been forgotten But its beautiful appearance is always remembered by people.
In the morning, the river just woke up with sparkling eyes. The whole river is as green as jade and as bright as jade. There is a faint white fog on the river. Looking down from the bridge, you can only vaguely see the confused posture of the river. By the river, only a few small trees accompany it. A little silence makes it more intoxicating and poetic. It's like being in a picture.
At noon, the warm sunshine shines obliquely on the river, and gold ripples on the water. Blue water plants are dancing and twisting happily in the river. The breeze blew gently, and the river rippled gently, as if someone was quietly shaking the green silk. The leaves are swaying in the breeze, dancing like an elf in a green skirt. Ye Er's rustle seemed to pour out his heart to the river. There are some wooden chairs in the shade by the river. When people are tired, adults will take a nap in the chair: sometimes, tired children will lean back on the wooden chair to close their eyes. There is an arch bridge in the river. In the years of wind and rain, the masonry of this bridge has long faded. In the sleepy afternoon, I told the river, its unknown story.
In the evening, when the last corner of the evening is collected, the whole city is boiling. In the restaurant by the river, there is a strong smell of vegetables, which has aroused people's appetite. However, the river is still flowing forward quietly and has never stopped its busy pace. Under the irradiation of a little starlight, the river gurgled gently, like a quiet girl, so serene and relaxed. Only when the river collides will the sound of "Ding Dong" make the river slightly lovely. The river seems to be a stage. The River, a delightful musical, is on the stage.
The rivers in my hometown are always so quiet and beautiful. It moistens the dry land; Give birth to that lovely fish in your arms. This river is like a pearl in my heart. Always so bright; Always so beautiful. I will always remember the river in my hometown.
The fifth 800-word lyric composition by borrowing scenery
"Good rain knows the season, when spring comes." When the faint spring begins to flow quietly in the streets and lanes and the new green is smeared at will, the first rain of spring can't wait to come to this lovely world. Dribble, like a broken pearl, affects my heartstrings.
It's raining in Mao Mao. Walking alone on the path by the river, the wind blew against my face, mixed with naughty raindrops, and blew away my sad thoughts. I am like a bird out of the cage, enjoying the caress of nature-the tenderness and care of maternal love. I breathe the breath of nature, and the slightly moist soil is brewing flowers, which has a refreshing feeling.
After the baptism of spring rain, the unknown wildflowers by the river actually have a breathtaking temptation, just like the shy, extraordinary and graceful girl with tears, and I am afraid even the peony in that flower is inferior by three points.
When the breeze comes, the willows by the river are singing white, empty, unclear and unclear. Every fly is a semicolon of a willow; Catkin flying all over the sky, riding on the neck by naughty raindrops, fell on the water and had a good time …
Fish can't stand loneliness. You chase after me and swim freely in your own world. Fold a wicker, a happy fish in Doby. The fish seemed to be frightened by this sudden thing, and drew a beautiful arc. A big fish jumped up with a splash and quickly fell into the water, smashing a mirror. I can't help laughing.
Look at the flowers, look at the trees, look at the lovely fish and the unrestrained flowing clouds. Everything between heaven and earth is so refreshing. At this time, I am also like an elf between heaven and earth, and everything between heaven and earth belongs to me.
All kinds of spring fight for freedom! In the embrace of nature, I also try to show my true self. I think of a sentence that Li Lewei said in My Castle in the Air: "Nature is a huge natural painting." Indeed, the beauty of nature is endless, and everyone is just a little color in this giant painting.
Since the world is so beautiful, why don't we feel it with our hearts? Busy work and tense rhythm, after we are busy fighting for our career and life all day, should we also be close to nature and appreciate its endless beauty?
The cool rain brought back my thoughts. Thank nature, for giving us such beautiful scenery, and for giving us inspiration in life.
Thinking of this, I no longer complain about the triviality of the world, as if I saw a gorgeous rainbow waving to me.
Standing in the wind, let the gentle rain keep falling, sweet. ...
The sixth 800-word lyric composition by borrowing scenery
Tonight, I am restless. The bright moonlight shines into the study outside the window, which is quiet and peaceful. I decided to take a walk to calm my turbulent mood.
Walking on the bluestone road surrounded by moonlight and fog adds a mystery and tranquility to this fairyland on earth.
The moonlight shone on my face, and I looked up at the jade plate moon. The moon was unhappy, and he refused to see me in the fog. Loneliness is inevitable in my heart. The moonlight is like water, all over the trees. I can't help thinking: Maybe Chang 'e or He in Guanghan Palace is also missing, missing Hou Yi, missing those beautiful things that have disappeared, those beautiful things that can't be redeemed. Look at that round hanging high.
When I was a child, I was carefree and happy every day, having fun with my friends and being tireless. My teacher always smiles at me in a friendly way. When I recall my childhood, everything seems so beautiful and warm, and everything is so unforgettable and nostalgic.
Tears soaked my eyes and finally stayed on my face.
Now, all my old friends have left me and gone their separate ways, and it is difficult for the teacher to see what he once had. Everything seems to disappear with the end of his primary school career. Every time I think about it, my heart is always aching, and my mood is more turbulent and I can't calm down.
The bright moon in the sky is like a huge whirlpool, which sucks me into the abyss of endless pain, melancholy and missing, and makes me unable to extricate myself! Bright moon, bright moon! Why do you want to bring me endless yearning? The ancients chanted the moon to show their thoughts. So did I? Where is the beauty of my past?
"Sunny days, rainy days, the curtains are still missing; Recalling that in the past, meteors flashed through the clouds. " I remembered my childhood songs again. I used to be so familiar, but I felt a little strange, which added a little pain and helplessness to my heart. People! If you have it, you don't know how to cherish it. If you lose it, you want to cry. What's the use? Will it be found after missing? The good old days are gone forever! Cherish what you have now, cherish your youth, cherish your time, cherish your life and cherish the bright moon reflected in your heart. When you see the bright moon hanging high, don't let out a sigh full of sadness and nostalgia.
The bright moon has placed my heart on it, and it has also placed the hearts of countless people through the ages! The moon is the carrier of missing.
There is a yearning for the bright moon.
The seventh 800-word lyric composition by borrowing scenery
There are many beautiful flowers in life. Bright rainbows, gorgeous fireworks that bloom again and again, flowers watered with painstaking efforts and beautiful scenery show a wonderful life.
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My scenery is very simple, frozen leaves. At the moment when a daisy blooms, that drop of rain and dew is wonderful, which is all the scenery I have come along. Because of the hardships of life, the scenery along the way is a comfort to my soul. If I keep those small landscapes in mind, I will definitely open my inner skylight and start my life journey.
If I am a runner and only strive for my goal, it is undeniable that the time of life is so short that I ignore the scenery along the way. Just because the gloomy mind covers my skylight, the scenery has long been forgotten in my mind. Others push their lives to a climax and make themselves a beautiful scenery. It is this kind of scenery that stopped my running and ended my muddled life.
They surrounded me, and a little light warmed my indifferent heart. Tiny flowers and plants use gestures to polish my closed eyes, and tears overflow my eyes. As if regretting the wasted time, I stood in shock, inexplicably flustered, my world was so pale, and bouts of heart-wrenching pain stung me. Is it worth my while? The withered flowers and plants in the gray sky seem to laugh at my emptiness without scenery. I'm confused. Where is my scenery?
A drop of morning dew in my world woke me up, and childhood fragments emerged in the crystal dew. I am still me, but I have a different heart. Gentle words warmed people's hearts, and my little hand raised a piece of goodwill. My heart trembled, and the blocked door suddenly flashed dazzling light. At that moment, the shackles of many years suddenly disappeared and more and more scenes flashed in my mind. I smiled, and my empty heart was full of joy. I used to be so happy. So much oil, the beauty I created.
My scenery is very simple, really simple. I'm just reaching out and taking risks. This is my scenery. Suddenly, I found that the gloomy world was favored by spring again. All the flowers are the love in my heart, and the breeze blows gently. This is my conversation with the sky. Through the haze, the sunshine fills my windowsill, and the faint voice sings the brightest expectation. In fact, the scenery has always been with me.
I found my own scenery, but for me, being someone else's scenery is the most beautiful, and I am willing to be the most beautiful scenery in my life.
-P.S.
The eighth 800-word lyric composition by borrowing scenery
Time kept flowing forward, the weather gradually cooled down, and the noisy cicada was blown away by autumn, replaced by the whine of crickets in the cracks in the slate under the steps at night. Ah! That lovely autumn has finally arrived.
Autumn is more prosperous than spring. Spring with flowers and trees is beautiful, but the fruitful autumn colors reveal the joy of harvest. Autumn is more colorful than summer. Although the summer with dense branches and leaves is charming, the autumn colors of golden leaves and green trees are even more refreshing. Autumn is more energetic than winter. Snow-capped winter is lovely, but the golden autumn with fragrant melons and fruits is more colorful. Autumn came to the Woods. From a distance, yellow leaves fall in pairs like golden butterflies. Tired of flying, they landed on my shoulders, head and feet. Brought my thoughts from green summer to golden autumn. As soon as I turned around, another peach leaf fell beside me. I bent down to pick it up and held it in my hand to study it carefully. What a special autumn leaf! It hasn't come yet, it has completely faded, and it still exudes a strong aroma. Autumn came to the orchard, persimmon bent down, bent down, and the branches were about to break. Sister litchi was so fat that she broke her clothes and showed her bulging white belly. Huge apples are covered with branches, showing sweet smiles, or shy or bold. The girl in autumn came to the farmland, and the corn was very happy. It specially changed into a new golden dress, grinning and showing golden teeth. In order to make themselves more beautiful, tomatoes put lipstick on their faces; The potato may have been too excited to break its green mouth and show its yellow tongue. Autumn has come, and the garden has become a paradise for chrysanthemums. They may like this heavy gold, so they choose to bloom their beauty in autumn. Chrysanthemums come in many colors: yellow, pink, white ... big flowers and curly petals are like a little girl with curly hair. Wandering in the chrysanthemum garden or enjoying a pot of colorful chrysanthemums alone, slowly intoxicated by that fragrance. Autumn brings gold to the earth and cotton-like clouds to the blue sky. Autumn wind, as cool as water, dyed the world yellow with chill.
I like this crisp autumn season!
I like autumn with flowers and leaves and flat chrysanthemums.
I like this unique and splendid autumn scenery.
Autumn is really a harvest season. The sound of lawn mower, children's laughter and adults' laughter are combined into a symphony in autumn.
The ninth 800-word lyric composition by borrowing scenery
A voice echoed in every corner of the earth ―― Spring is coming, spring is coming. ...
Look! The earth revives and everything comes into being. In the corner of the playground, there are footprints of spring; On the branches of that big tree, there is the vitality of spring. People took off their thick cotton-padded clothes and put on spring clothes; Children fly kites. The footsteps of spring have quietly approached people's lives. Her footsteps are light and elegant, and she will be greeted by green wherever she goes. Her character is noble and selfless. She devoted her life to the earth and mankind without reservation. She decorated the earth with green and colors. The flowers opened their mouths and smiled when they saw her. When the grass saw her, it came out shyly, and when the tree saw her, it also put out branches and buds. Looking at the bright moonlight and naughty stars at night will make you feel that the sky is so beautiful and the universe is so mysterious. The moon, like a jade plate embedded in the sky, is beautiful.
Spring is selfless. Once a year, she will bring vitality to the earth, make it full of vitality and make everything flourish. She will also bring joy to people, and people hope that she can exist forever.
The footsteps of spring have gone through every corner of the earth. She touched the earth with her kindness, selflessness and kindness. She decorated the earth into a green blanket with her charm. She used her magic to make people enjoy this colorful season.
I am looking forward to this time next year.
The arrival of spring has refreshed my mood. That's because it drives away the frightening cold wind, please take away the cold and lonely winter snow, and spring also takes away the winter of the god of the four seasons, so that Mother Earth can find colorful colors and radiate warm light again.
With the arrival of the messenger of spring, the flowers and trees in the forest are thriving, the yellow grassland is restored to green vitality, the dying trees grow green branches and leaves, and lovely flowers bloom again. In addition, the animals danced the "Spring Festival Dance", the birds sang crisp and euphemistic songs, and the butterflies flapped their wings in pairs, hoping to stand out in the dance and make spring more interesting.
For people, spring is the beginning of a year and also symbolizes new hope. Farmers are busy plowing fields and transplanting rice seedlings, and students are preparing school supplies. I hope this year can have a good start, just like the seeds sown, which can germinate and bloom smoothly. Therefore, no matter what difficulties we have, we must face them bravely. It is also because people think that spring symbolizes new hope.
I like spring! What vitality she has brought to the earth! Hope is always spring!
The first 10 800-word lyric composition
Opening the door of spring, the girl in spring came out of the world of "ice and snow" with a big smile on her face. Slowly, the crystal ice on the lake melts into a sparkling lake; The grass came out of the ground, shook the dew and stretched out; Peach blossoms spit out pink buds, apricot blossoms bloom with delicate pink petals ... everywhere is full of vitality and fragrance, and the songs of spring are spread all over the earth.
I don't want to stay at home with such charming scenery. On Saturday afternoon, the weather was particularly sunny. I made an appointment with several classmates and couldn't wait to run to Jinmingchi Park to have a nice date with Spring.
Breathing the fragrance of the spring soil, enjoying the beautiful scenery of the spring back to the earth, and listening to the "Haruka" of the magpie, this feeling is really wonderful. Everyone can't bear to step on those delicate grass buds and walk carefully on the winding gravel road. Strolling around Jin Ming Lake, the whole lake looks like a huge emerald. A warm breeze blows gently, causing ripples on the lake and spreading in a circle to the distance. There are many stout willows growing by the lake. The willow girl with slender hair takes a left photo and a right photo in front of this "big mirror", admiring her beautiful image reflected in the water. The lake is sparkling, let alone beautiful!
What an elegant willow girl. We saw a big willow branch lying in front of us. Who folded it? Poor willow! Everyone suddenly thought, why not plant it in the soil? Right, right, isn't there a proverb called "Willows grow into shadows unintentionally"? Everyone cheered, and then, let's take today as Arbor Day.
After choosing a piece of land, everyone can get busy. Because we didn't have a shovel, we had to find a small board next to mother Liu and dig very hard. Kiki, an impatient girl, simply digs with her hands. Look at our little hands, covered with yellow-brown mud, which is almost a "small eye week" Finally, dig a hole, insert willow branches and fill in the soil. In order to prevent the willow branches from being blown down by the strong wind, we found some dry branches and made a solid protective layer for the willow branches with a slender rope. We ran to the lake, filled the jar with water and poured it on the willow tree. We also learned to water and build pits in an appropriate way like adults. Busy for a long time, Liuzhi Baby finally moved into a "new home".
In the sunshine, we turn joy into laughter and chase after spring …
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